It was dark in the shelter, the silence surrounded me, and mold hung in the air as I lay in my sleeping bag upon a few old and warn pallets while I thought of how I came to be stuck here. This hovel had been my home for the past few weeks since my unit had dissolved due to lack of pay from our company, they claimed it had been due to a lack of interest from our clients in the area. We knew it was a lie, PMCs aren’t expected to make it a week in the area much less more than 6 months. American contractors had a habit of firing on sight at anyone who wasn’t in their little unit and seemed to be much more well-armed than my fellow BEAR operatives. Almost half of my company had been killed off by them in our first few days here in Tarkov, constantly being ambushed by USEC troops with little regard to the fact they were in our country trying to steal our resources. The UN came in claiming that because of us and some cultists in the area the whole city was no longer stable and that it was a pressing situation to come into the area and keep it safe. They passed mandates and put in place a curfew so nobody could be out after dark; they said that BEAR contractors could not work at our assigned posts. The residents of the city didn’t like that and resisted against the UN, within 2 days the UN field posts had been overrun and the troops were forced to retreat from the city. Almost as if it were planned that this would happen, Americans had started showing up in full military gear; they had tanks and APCs full of men and weapons. Anyone who tried to resist and fight back was killed, they claimed to be there to bring stability and peace but all that followed them was death and destruction. The Russian government claimed that it was an American invasion and mobilized the reserve military base near the city into action, they rolled out their own tanks and armoured vehicles into the area, setting up checkpoints on the road and creating hardpoints in shopping districts like the mall. The government petitioned the for the US to pull back their troops but they claimed ignorance saying that its not the American military there, they had no idea why any American would be there, so the government petitioned the UN to pull back the group but they claimed they because the residents of the city resisted their peaceful attempt to stabilize the city they had to hire contractors to forcefully stabilize it. The Russian military tried to hold for as long as it could but eventually they gave up trying to keep the USEC at bay and paid BEAR to send more contractors in to keep control as they pulled out the army. I was on the first shipment in we had barely made it past the border when we started taking fire. My unit was immediately taking losses, a quarter decimated within the hour. It was fierce fighting but we had made a foothole into the city and were able to build up and fortify an area for more BEAR to start coming into the city. Eventually we had a couple thousand of our contractors were in the area. Word had come that many shops in the city were helping assist in paying the bills to keep the BEAR supplied and armed to protect Tarkov and its surrounding areas. 
	For months we kept USEC at the cities borders but we were losing men by the day, men had joked that with how quickly people died to the hands of USEC contractors BEAR wasn’t having to actually pay anyone. I had been here a little over a month and had been paid twice, 250 thousand rubles each paycheck. It was the most money I had earned in my life I felt rich but had no need to spend it. The other men in my unit seemed to feel the same but went out to party at local brothels at night and spend their money on cheap women. Nobody seemed to notice that we had become the longest lasting soldiers in this conflict on the BEAR side, almost everyone was dying or deserting and just looting the area. Disappointed with the lackluster results after a few months of USEC banging on right outside the city’s borders, the shop owners stopped helping the Russian government pay for us to be there. Without the extra money to pay for the excess of power in the zone; BEAR laid off what was left of my company, saying they could no longer afford to pay to keep us there or even to pull us out; if we wanted to go home we had to pay our own way. A few of us kept following our commanding officer as we became scavengers, most of the residents of the city had fled. Just a few of the shops that were still there had maintained their income by selling to both USEC and BEAR operatives, they were considered neutral grounds
	So now we learn how I came to be here in this musty little shelter. I had been stumbling around for a few days and had come to find a dilapidated house, it was nice enough to have belonged to one of the politicians who used to live in the area, but it had obviously been shelled a few times since he left. The front door had been blown it and was already picked clean as I searched around. When I walked through the living room I noticed a hollow sounding spot under the carpet, the rug was trampled but still very much unmoved. Quickly, I threw the rug aside and spotted a small rope handle emerging from between the floor boards. Pulling the handle a hatch opened in the floor which led to a stairway leading down to an unused bunker. In this bunker behind a gated entry was a small diesel generator, a latrine and shower, a waterline leading in to feed the shower and provide fresh water, and a sleeping bag in the corner next to a small food store.
	After I moved in I had started to scavenge at the local mall near the interchange, there were a few other scavengers there, the USEC had started to begin calling us scavs for short and been told to shoot even us on site, so while we were usually peaceful with each other it was fire on site on any contractor. One of my first big finds at this mall was a moderate sized body mirror because while it had become a tough time to live for me it didn’t mean I couldn’t take pride in my appearance. It was tough to get it out and back to the bunker it was absolutely worth it. In trips after that I had manage to round up some fuel cans to power my generator and a couple filters to clean up the air coming in through the fresh air intake fan as well as some nice bright string lights I could run when I needed everything bright but I usually just burnt wax candles I’d found around. There was a good sized pharmacy in the mall as well it had been well stocked when I was first in there and grabbed as many medical and protective supplies as I could carry in my pockets and in my worn down military rucksack; on my way out I got shot at a few times by the PMCs being sent in to clear us out of the mall that day, luckily none of them managed to land in me.
	In the bunker as I was just waking up, I decided it was going to be an easy day. I lit the candle next to my sleeping spot and stretched large. We had a large thunderstorm last night so I knew my water tank would be full enough to be able to shower for a few days and have plenty of fresh drinking water. I walked over to the generator and pulled the chain to start it, it took a few good tugs but it roared to life and idled nice and smooth, thankfully I had a muffler on it so it ran quiet too. I could feel the heat of the engine starting to warm the shelter and power the submersed heater I had so my showers would be warm. Slowly the room came to life after I plugged in the lights and I looked at myself in the mirror, my fur was black from grime and nastiness, you could barely tell that I was a hyena much less the colours I had permanently dyed and had tattooed myself in my teens.  When about 20 minutes had passed and the shower’s water tank was hot I hopped in and ran the water, feeling a few days dirt and sweat come up through my fur and fall to the drain. Soap was hard to get but I had managed to find some lavender scented stuff that I worked into all my fluff to get out the grime that had worked its way in deep to the roots. I worked my hands in my mane and face, agitating the dirt up with the lather from the soap, dripping all the water down onto my shoulders and body rejuvenating and allowing the yellow spots to show through. The mess coming off me looked like I was washing a coal bucket out, just black and nasty. As I washed my tail the yellow and blue down there started to resurface. Finally I got to my favorite part, my crotch, I lathered the soap in around my balls rolling them as I did, keeping the lather as I massaged into my pubic mound right above the sheathe, a little bit of pink poking out as it received some much needed attention. I continued to rub and soap up and more and more of my penis emerged out finally with a pop the base of my dick with its not fully engorged knot came out. I admired the only bit of my body that came from my mutt of a father and showed it some love, working my paw up and down it, using the soap as a lubricant, edging closer and closer to a good bit of stress relief… and release. I worked my hand smoothly from the pointed tip down to the quickly filling knot, pleasurably rubbing the pink length quickly over and over, clenching my teeth to keep my grunts of pleasure quiet. The pre leaking out being washed away by the warm water but intensifying the scent of arousal drifting through the shelter I now call home. Getting oh so close, I grip a hand right around the back of my knot with one hand and quickly continue stroking with the other, the scent of precum getting so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Then an oh so quiet click, barely audible over the sound of the running water, someone had picked the lock from the front door. Quietly I reached out from the shower and grabbed my pistol, a nice post-soviet model PMM, and poked my head from behind the curtain.
A ferret, tall and lanky, no older than 22 and no younger than 19, was inside my shelter and pawing through my stuff. It seemed like he wasn’t aware that I noticed him and he hadn’t noticed me. Slowly I stalked up behind him, still nude and dripping, put the muzzle of the pistol to the back of his head and addressed him; “Pretty observant of you to find the way into here, it took even me some luck to notice it, shame this is where your story ends.” He started to shake in fear, he was brown with dust and dirt, his clothes stank of mildew; it was apparent that he was stuck out alone in the rain last night with no shelter. The boy was almost pitiable, if he hadn’t picked the lock of the gate and broke into the shelter I would almost feel bad for him. The ferret quietly replied, “Please don’t kill me, I saw steam coming up from the carpet upstairs and found the hatch. I was hoping I could get in here and get some food before you stepped out of the shower, I’ll do anything if you don’t kill me.” I responded back to him, “I’ll make you a deal; if you leave now and forget about this place, I’ll save the bullet and let you leave. If you don’t like the terms of that I’m gonna have to scrub this floor realllll hard.” Sobbing he turned around, eyes darting down to my still turgid length, tears running down his face; “please don’t send me out without food, I haven’t eaten in days, I haven’t found even a morsel of food and I don’t have a gun to protect myself if I wanted to try and scavenge up something at the mall. Please! I’ll do anything it takes to get something to eat.” Looking him up and down, thinking about the last time I had fun with someone, hell anyone, I gave him an ultimatum. “Strip down and go shower, scrub up really well. I’ll teach you how to shoot and find food and you can stay down here with me in my shelter. However, it’s gonna cost you” The ferret quickly interjected, “But I don’t have any money.”
“Don’t interrupt me,” I intervened; “Its gonna cost you your body, I haven’t had a partner for a long time. I want you to shower and scrub up well, use the soap and wash everything thoroughly. I’ll make sure its just as pleasurable for you as it is for me but that’s the price of my services.” The ferret’s dirt caked face immediately brighten as he heard he had a place to stay, but scrunched quickly. “What’s wrong?” I asked sternly. He replied, “But I’m a virgin, I don’t know if I can compensate equally for what you’re doing for me. With a slight chuckle, I looked at him and replied; “I didn’t say you had to have experience, I just said you need to shower and be ready for fun.” 
With that he quickly scurried off to the shower and I took a seat, a solid 20 minutes had passed and he came out squeaky clean and nude. His fur was a beautiful white, a brown mask around his blue eyes and brown fur around his sheathe. He was quite adorable trying to portray confidence as he glanced around to see me, but when it kicked in what he was going to the confidence in his face was replaced with a massive amount of shyness as he tried to hide his modesty. I gestured at him with my hand to come over to me, hesitantly he did. When he was standing in front of me I looked him in the eyes, “Are you ready?” I inquired. He just nodded his head. I started to work my paws over his stomach, getting a nice feel on it and gently massaging the little bit of abs he had underneath his thin fur. It seemingly was slightly ticklish for him as he giggled while I rubbed. Slowly I slid my hand down to his thick sheathe, already a little more plump than before, and rubbed and teased it. A tiny bit of pink starting to show at the top, I leaned down and licked at the bit of pink. The smell of lavender pungent in my nose and a slight taste of excitement. He put his hands on my head, massaging my ears and slightly pushing me down as he grinds his growing cock into my mouth. It had been a long time since the last time I gave head and even longer since I had someone so easily excited trying to get their pleasure. His dick was almost at full mast already touching the back of my throat, his arousal feeding my own, my dick already hard as steel again. He whimpered as I pulled off his cock, a thin web of saliva and precum stretching from the tip to my tongue. Looking at him I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him lightly to get him to his knees. Grabbing my dripping dick I looked him in the eyes, “First me, then I’ll finish you off.” He hesitantly licked the tip of my dick tasting the pre and taking a moment to think about the taste, then slowly took it into his mouth. Bobbing up and down, he was doing a good job though I was already well primed from being so close earlier in the shower. Moaning a bit louder than I like, I put my hand on the back of his head and tried to knot his mouth, he squirmed so heavily but all it did was add to my pleasure as I finally got my release. I could hear him trying to swallow as I came down his throat, shooting rope after gooey rope into his throat. He rose up off my dick as the last spurt splashed across his face and dribbling on his nose. I looked at my mess and gave a little lick on his nose tasting my cum and eliciting an almost girlish giggle from him. When the ferret finally stood up, his still hard cock was bobbing in my face, grabbing the base of it he said, “you said you first then me, can you please finish me now?” Grinning I looked him in the eyes as I went down on his hardness, getting rewarded with a loud moan. Almost immediately his started face fucking me, going for  all he was worth, his dick slamming the back of my mouth trying to enter my throat. I could feel his climax coming so I pulled off and kept pumping him with my hand, aiming his maleness at my mouth. Painting my face, he shot rope after rope.
Coming down from his climax he chirped up and asked, “So when does food happen?”